I think, especially when you're in college, each book that you're reading tends to tell you who you are.

We listened to them, but it was clear they'd received too much therapy to know the truth.

Heartbreak is funny to everyone but the heartbroken.

The lover`s discourse was of an extreme solitude. The solitude was extreme because it wasn`t physical. It was extreme because you felt it while in the company of the person you loved. It was extreme because it was in your head, the most solitary of places.

Added to their loveliness was a new mysterious suffering, perfectly silent, visible in the blue puffiness beneath their eyes or the way they would sometimes stop in mid-stride, look down, and shake their heads as though disagreeing with life.

I was unemployable when I got out of college.

Biology gives you a brain. Life turns it into a mind.